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from Faithless, Faithless - To All New Arrivals (2006)
Being here in the darkness, starless sky
It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive And the world is mine and no one else sees With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes To give and to ask, it's a kind of peace It's a kind of peace, it's a kind of peace , it's a kind of peace With the years doors have been locked and windows closed And the things I'm sure I knew are no longer due But I see comfort in my home, in my heart To make a kind of peace, it's a kind of peace And above me if there is nothing and no one knew I really care It's just a now, a now I prefer, not the future and not the past So put the chairs to one side and let us dance It's a strange kind of peace It's a kind of peace, it's a strange kind of peace It's a kind of peace Being here in the darkness, starless sky It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive And the world is mine and no one else sees With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes To give and to ask, it's a kind of peace It's a kind of peace |
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from Cruel Intentions (사랑보다 아름다운 유혹) [best, ost] (1999)
[Chorus:]
Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] Predictable behavior, I crave ya I'm driven, you're my only living savior Sometimes I hate ya, but I'm whipped Being led head down to the crypt Restricted like a conscript you loved to bully I place the blame with you fully [Chorus:] Change around the words that you said to suit me fine Make them mine [Maxi Jazz:] Listen, Don't panic, there's only we two left on the planet I can explain, I know it happened again It's manic, I'm standing in the flame trying to fan it You don't know what you got till it's gone I'm at the edge of the night where nobody belong Fingers are drumming And that's where you come in [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief Feed all day from underneath like a thief I'm left weak, barely able to speak I see nothing but constant supply I can read every look in your eye I leave with a lie Maybe our love will never die Or, maybe it's the last time I make you cry Make my appeal like the condemned Let's go away for the weekend Your life I will steal And descend with it into the pit I'm addicted [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine [Maxi Jazz:] I'm addicted [Chorus:] Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest [Maxi Jazz:] I have a little problem I have a demon for a wife He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life Takes notes on how to provoke past grief Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief [Chorus:] Change around the words that you say to suit me fine Make them mine Listen to the voice in your head It makes no sense Take a rest |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying, There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables, With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all, Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers, Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar. Oh, they've been pushing you too far. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw, Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four, I never see my hat no more. Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. 14 years old and hard to the core, I'm walking home making plans for war, My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?' Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress, Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees, Your still alive son, please take it easy Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing, But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing, Scuffling in the street is no way to die, And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye, So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap Of making war over a baseball cap. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back. Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap, It's gone, gone, gone, gone, I can't get it back |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[LSK]
Love is you [Repeat: x 2] [Maxi Jazz] My TV barks at me, from the corner Life on the street is like a sauna, it's too hot. Put bars around what you've got, And the whole city lucky that we ain't been shot. We got full blown decent into argument Here we go. Times to overthrow the parliament, so In these struggled times I want to know, do you Make a stand or just follow the flow Even though, you know why' leaders are fullup of ego Do we go where the others go and lay low Only moving on someone elses say so I say no! What's in my heart is unexplainable I ain't a fool And happiness is attainable And even on the days when rain will fall I still plan to love and I always will It's a calling from when I rise in the morning This is a love we were born in Ya tap it and it just keep coming and coming and coming [LSK] Love is you, love is us, love is ... [Maxi Jazz] Hmm. It's a powerful thing that can make a man sing And bring people together with strength of feeling Now, be connected from the floor to ceiling Ecuador to Beijing become all the same thing Like a movement, love too strong to deny Born to fly but we stay grounded and I don't know why We have a powerful tool, no need to cry With it you separate the truth from a lie The point I want to make, Is you could never escape from your fate, The mistake is to take without giving. So, break the tradition. Make a decision, cause no matter how hard you try You're still in prison, If ya born with wings and you never fly Listen, you don't stop, Especially when the going gets rough. That's when it's real And I love that stuff, [LSK] Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free Zip up your front all ya want But there's a heart in every seed Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free Zip up your front all ya want But there's a heart in every seed [Maxi Jaz] And I love that stuff [Repeat: x 2] |
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from Faithless, Faithless - To All New Arrivals (2006)
So much more than I thought
this world could ever hold So much more than I thought this world could ever hold We think we're heroes, we think we're kings We plan all kinds of fabulous things Oh look how great we have become Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for Before my bag hit the floor My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss, and a story, they're a gift to this world My only claim to glory I surely never knew sweeter days Blows my mind like munitions I'm amazed So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul One man's loss, another man's goal So much more than I thought this world can ever hold We're just children, we're just dust We are small and we are lost And we're nothing, nothing at all One bomb, the whole block gone Can't find me children and dust covers the sun Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion But to some, another fun day in Babylon I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun My life is done so now I got to kill someone So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul One man's loss, another man's goal So much more than I thought this world could ever hold So much more than I thought this world could ever hold So much more than I thought this world could ever hold So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul One man's loss, another man's goal So much more than I thought this world could ever hold |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say nothing about it. How'd it get to be so crowded. I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain. And I can't escape the feeling, maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing. This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style. She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack. But she know I want my Dad I want my family back. I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three. Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me. Took offense, took the kids, I wish that was the end. But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend. Working all the hours. God send was not the tactic You see, because after ten years I'm [??]. Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late. Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake. And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office. I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, making tea for the bosses. Making free with me, and I agree I got sleazy too easily. But I'm forty three, this doesn't usually happen to me. Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today. Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display. And I'm drinking. Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back. I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children where educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
Fields of fire that passed the train
The sky is victorious but here comes the rain Friday is taking me home again, And I've nothing but you on my mind. Grass is greener without the pain, I think that I'm changing but I'm just the same My sun is a ascending again And I've nothing but you on my mind Sometimes I feel like I'm glad to be free, Sometimes I still want your arms around me Sometimes I'm glad to have left you behind, The Crazy English Summer has put you back on my mind. Life's a riot a lover a friend, Pity the day that it has to end Friday come speed me home again, I've nothing but you on my Mind. Sometimes I feel like i'm fine on my own, Fifty Thousand miles from home. Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide, Summer returns and puts you back on my mind |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man The mean streets are home, My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, I carry traces of death in my hair, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware I'm unfeeling Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're missinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my hair, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm gonna take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin diceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just fuss Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, I can afford to smoke sacred fire, Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same, So for me win society and feel the shame, I'm a rough old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man, this is who I am. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Cafe Ibiza Vol.2 - Les Nuits (2006)
Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word, And I'm sitting down here just watching you, And I'm thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave, You got me hurting, Don't leave You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn't know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don't leave. There's a record you used to play, there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing 'best to be without you', And I know just what she's singing for, Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don't leave. Where did all the love go? Where's the love gone to? Don't leave. We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don't know how to write a love song, But Don't leave. You got me hurting, Don't leave. You know it's never been easy to love someone like me, Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
[Instrumental]
Quiet... Still... You feel there's nothing going on Until you release The space behind your eyes Is filling up with something like peace Your thoughts seize Pleasure grows in your soul The space behind your eyes Is filling up with something like peace Your thoughts seize Pleasure grows in your soul [Background] This is the part where I start to impart |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare Il mio bimbo hanno gittato, Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io L'abbia affogato. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, E la mesta anima mia Come il passero del bosco Vola, vola, vola via. Ah! Piet???? di me! In letargico sopore E' mia madre addormentata, E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io L'abbia attoscata. L'aura ??짢 fredda, Il carcer fosco, ecc. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
Running with my rain face on
Today I woke up feeling sad I know that you said, That one day I would be glad Hold the Choirs of Winter, The Birds are calling to me and All the leaves I came to love are falling Ribbons on evergreen, owls that pull them apart I can hear you singing my funny valentine Oh you know that breaks my heart Hold the choirs of winter, The Birds are calling to me and All the leaves I came to love Oh you know that breaks my heart Oh you know that breaks my heart Running with my rain face on No Idea of what to say No idea of who to do In this fear that never goes Waiting for all my dreams Oh you know it breaks my heart Hold the Choirs of Winter, The Birds are calling to me and All the leaves I came to love Oh you know it breaks my heart Oh you know it breaks my heart Oh you know That breaks my heart |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[LSK]
Should you hear somebody cry, "The end is nigh", Don't you buy that line. Tomorrow's always yesterday Love's yet to have it's day and you've got all the time Planes crashing, trains crashing people dropping bombs, Nothing new, what go come around now Child it won't be long. Keep keeping up, Everything will be alright tomorrow Keep keeping Hey you yeah you don't let it get to you, stressing you It's what they want you to do, Smile a while even though it hurts Even though it hurts Come on let them know they'll be no breaking you Love's gonna come around again, And again and again and on, Nothing new that go come around now Child it won't be long. Keep keeping up, Everything will be alright tomorrow Keep keeping |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face - I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago. I'm a careful hunter and I have to say - Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - You bought such color to this place. Are you my boy or the flowerstand man - With you I'm laid back. I don't care if every river runs so dry. I don't care if every species were to die. I don't care about the Ozone layer - I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no. I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa. I don't care about apartheid. I wouldn't notice if it all get better. I don't care about the starving who've died. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe - I don't care about anything but you. Take me home (4x) |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
Remember Emily?
In a long dress one summers day she said yes Now every special requests requires another So many times it feels endless, a big yes Branded red on each breast But she selfless out there Doing her best strangest scene Nobody seemed to be impressed. The more she do for this fool The more she behind schedule Had no fun for so long Old records turned her onto High School flings And she was full of daring Colorful hair used to wear thirteen rings Now she staring gludgery Full in the face and accepts it as her place And just incase there's anything she missed, She recheck the list Does it over again, To make sure it's spotless. Jimmy longed for how it used to be, She was viscous and volatile She was feisty, iced tea was the tipple never asked nicely Her lips used to Curl down ever so slightly, impolite, Fire burned bright behind the Oakley, We just had to get to grips. After a few long sipped juice begin to lose flavour, She no longer gets to savor being consumed. Jimmy sleeps drunk in the other room still in his shoes Escaping head long into the booze, The whole house vibrating with the changes of moods. From feisty she turned into being nice to me In the old days he'd of been wearing Ice T, Jimmy Cradles times return, She was fine and so beautifully unconcerned. Jimmy Told her on the day he quit You don't love me you love the relationship Me? I'm the prodeney product of Misogheny, Jimmy and Emily Harmogeny They promised me nothing but honesty, And that's all I got, I could never be the cement in their destiny, They still haven't forgiven me, You know my own woman is leaving me Said she stopped believing me, Cant even see what she saw in me, I told my woman she was beautiful, She didn't believe, Convinced herself I was preparing to leave, so she took my son and left the world free. I told my woman she was beautiful Ten Times a Day, Ten Times a Day she would Smile, and look away. I end up throwing my love down a bottomless pit. And giving myself away... |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - I Want More [single] (2004)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church [3x] This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ [3x] This is my church [3x] |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts. It's in natural grace Or watching young lives shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies. Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends. This is my church (x2) This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. This is my church (x4) This is where I heal my hurts. It's in the world I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum. It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect, Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurts. For tonight, God is a DJ. God is a DJ (x2) This is my church (x3) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment To be proud has Never been So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel Oh I wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment And anger should be The tool of a clown, or a fool you see Why should spite and such pain Hang between you and me When love should be The queen on her thrown looking after own Wish I could be Touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs This table One bed In this house Seriously I think we could be, feel we could be Touched by the hem of his garment Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Maxi Jazz in background: ...wish he was a man
Pauline: Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Maxi Jazz in background: ...in a dream... Pauline: To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment Dagger should be the tool of a clump. I'm a fool, you see Maxi Jazz in background: it's not... Pauline: Why should such violence, such pain hang between you and me When love should be a queen on her throne looking after her own I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Two chairs, this table, one leg, in this house Seriously, I think we could be, Feel we could be, touched by the hem of his garment Pauline / chorus: Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x) Touch the hem of his garment |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
Playing king for a day
I hang with my people Whenever I can You say that I'm scruffy Misguided and blue Like a fly on a string There's a web that surrounds you But I will find a way in In you hour of need I'll be there Yes I will You lay a place at your table Let me sleep in your bed You hurt and confuse me My queen for a day I know I'm foolish Harsh and unfair Cos my hour of need I know you'v always been there In your hour of need I'll be there Yes I will |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on a string. There's a web that surrounds you, but I will find a way in. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will. You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a day I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair 'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been there And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will I'll be there, yes I will In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x) |
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from Faithless, Faithless - To All New Arrivals (2006)
I hope you understand
What fear is before you have to feel it I hope my neurosis don't rub off on you I hope you always have enough to eat I hope you're never bullied And I hope you never bully others I hope you find love I hope you don't die before your time I hope you don't blame yourself For things that are not your fault I hope you're always playing your tape And I hope you'll visit me when I'm old I hope you are true to yourself I hope that rejection doesn't stop you loving I hope you never experience war What are you come to teach me? Well, would you want 'Philosophy' Or 'The New Wayne Rooney'? Will it be poetry that lights your eyes? Mine are shining and my tears flow free Oh my son, what have I done? Brought perfection to this world Of confusion heedlessly Now you're the one feeding me Because I never knew love like this Endlessly reaching back through eternity That I can clearly see in your face When you smile at me and grab my finger I hope you outlive your parents I hope you never bury your children I hope you outlive your parents I hope you never bury your children I don't mind whether you're a boy or a girl I just want you to be healthy I hope we enjoy every minute of you growing up I hope you lead your world to victory |
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from Faithless - I Want More [single] (2004)
I want more
I want some And then some And do you know what I wanna hear? I want more I want some more And then some I want more [3x] You know how I love that stuff I want more [3x] [Maxi Jazz] I want more [Nina Simone] I want more The waiting's been so long, so long. I want more Been so long [Maxi Jazz] I want more More oneness, less categories, Open hearts, no strategies. Decisions based upon faith and not fear. People live right now and right here. I want the wisdom that wise men revere. [Maxi Jazz & Nina Simone] I want more [4x] |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving, he sat on my bed told me some facts, son. I have a duty, calling on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier And don't forget all I told ya Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss Then I had to say goodbye In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though I'm only a kid Certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me Held me like I was made of gold But left her inner stories untold I said, momma it will be alright When daddy comes home, tonight Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalisation Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction My story stops here, lets be clear This scenario is happening everywhere And you ain't going to nirvana or farvana You're coming right back here to live out your karma With even more drama than previously Seriously... Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free And we refuse to see That people overseas suffer just like we Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead I don't need good people to pray and wait For the lord to make it all straight There's only now, do it right. Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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from Forces Of Nature (포스 오브 네이처) by John Powell [ost] (1999)
Watch me ride:
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice while I lick your ear, Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair, I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair, Eyes half closed, Cute little nose, And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose, Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing, I was pumping and she was biting, Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared, The girl had her finger on my keyboard, Oh lord, this is gonna last all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If I come first well that's the worse scenario, I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario, I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening, One take like an earthquake make the bed brake, We be famous worldwide overnight And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write. I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night, If lovin' you is wrong I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. I give a massage, Skin supercharge, Imagination on turbo situation large, Sometimes you handle me kinda course, Like a horse, the bed a wrecked To keep from flying. I got my teeth in her neck... If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't want to be right. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
I don't know why It doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It's so unreal Didn't look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on, but didn't even know Wasted it all just to watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter One thing, I don't know why It doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme, to remind myself how I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me Acting like I was part of your property Remembering all the times you fought with me I'm surprised it got so (far) Things aren't the way they were before You wouldn't even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me (in the end) You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I I've put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There's only one thing you should know (2x) |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Faithless - Reverence (1996)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from A Night At The Roxbury (록스베리 나이트) by David Kitay [ost] (1998)
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[LSK]
No roots, no tree, no family, no way, No roots, no tree, no family, no way. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8PM (1998)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless - Sunday 8pm / Saturday 3am (2000)
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone I bought him coffee and a snack, settled back, started speakin' He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober Not cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense of the evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories And inadequacies, previous he's and she's I'm movin' round this old house for the last time Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock You look shocked. Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease And that's how it was for centuries Me and my memories, till you brought the keys Took the couple of Saturdays I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing Seven hundred years since I came here You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare I couldn't get near, And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part That was just the first part, just the start Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape You making love to someone else is more than I can take And so I make all the movement I can to no avail Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure Unless an escape route is found, I'm going down underground Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word So I'm referred back to hell, huh Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought of syringes J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again With what I call a farmer's swain Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows, oversexed flexing his pec's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while you lie with your lover I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair Unaware of who else is there I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline When dust move in the sunshine So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into a new age, it's difficult to gauge But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend I just don't know how or when Sleep on, my lost love on gone Jerome took me home under steel skies Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies And he surmised No surprise couldn't hear that Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - To All New Arrivals (2006)
Lines to the skin
That have seen Neither sun nor sin Tubes to the mouth Cannot laugh or sigh Or even cry A drop in the ocean A second and all time One stop in the endless sky But you mean The whole world to me You're an island of light So please last this day Stay one more day Please last this day Stay one more day Stay one more Stay one more Stay one more day Just one more Just one more Just one more day All this madness around us You are knowing And so still You were made in love Grew in hope Were born in pain You have them running round Trying to make you breath again One tiny link In and endless chain But you mean The whole world to me You're an island of light So please last this day Stay one more day Please last this day Stay one more day Please last this day Stay one more day |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
If you place a thing into the center of your life
That lacks the power to nourish It will eventually poison everything that you are And destroy you A simple a thing as an idea Or your perspective on yourself of the world No one can be the source of your contempt, It lies within, in the center. Only with mellow while your thin enough to slide through Only with mellow while your thin enough to slide through Don't let nothing ride you. If the sun or the moon should keel away to die, They would immediately go out . One. Swallow don't make a sound, But tomorrow has to start somewhere. Newspapers entertain, Lion Tamers die in pain This Child wise beyond words Whose tears flow without seize Newspapers entertain, Lion Tamers die in pain This child wise beyond words Whose tears flow without seize When there's no where, left to run to Let me come to you, let me help you down For when the world, gives you tomorrow Your gonna learn to live again we can learn to go, oh learn as we go Just to live, for the day I know it's hard, to live for the moment Just try, anyway Newspapers, Lion Tamers, This Child, Lion Tamers, Lion Tamers |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[LSK]
A mans life got took away in the city today, they say But never tell how many's been born Inform us of a top notch surgeon's mistake But not the many lives he's saved before Show us starving kids through expensive lenses On a far and distant shore Of which, when sold, could feed a good few Hey mister rich - Why don't you help the poor Bad news, sad news, never no good news S'all they print and beam Make a child believe that there ain't no love Well hey, love lives on my street. Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free Zip up your front all ya want But there's a heart in every seed Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free Zip up your front all ya want But there's a heart in every seed Back up from the crap and the desert of dying sons Me I'm trying to come to terms and learn as one Way to display the way I'm feeling, I need healing From the floor to the ceiling, But I'm not gonna sit n' die while time ticks by I gotta get up, stand up, before I break up into pieces Iron out the creases, Find out what peace is. [LSK slow] Love is you [Repeat: x 2] |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[Chorus] Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether your soar away sun or BBC 1 Disinformation is a weapon of mass destruction You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving, he sat on my bed told me some facts, son. I have a duty, calling on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier And don't forget all I told ya Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss Then I had to say goodbye In the morning I woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though I'm only a kid Certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me Held me like I was made of gold But left her in the story untold I said, momma it will be al right When daddy comes home, tonight [Repeat Chorus] Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction My story stops here, lets be clear This scenario is happening everywhere And you ain't going to nirvana or favana You're coming right back here to live out your karma With even more drama than previously, seriously Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free And we refuse to sleep The people overseas are just like we Mad leadership, amigos, unfettered and free They feed one the people they're supposed to lead I don't need it We need to pray away For the lord to make it all straight Its only now we do it right Cos I don't want my daddy, leaving home tonight [Repeat Chorus] Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
With a long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1 Dis-information is a weapon of mass destruction You could a caucasian or a poor asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalisation Fear is a weapon of mass destruction My dad came into my room, holdin his hat I knew he was leavin', he sat on my bed, told me some facts, son I have a duty, callin on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier, and don't forget all i told ya Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss, then I had to say goodbye In the morning i woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though im only a kid, certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me, held me like i was made of gold, but left her in the story untold I said, momma it will be allright, when daddy comes home, tonight With a long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1 Dis-information is a weapon of mass destruction You could a caucasian or a poor asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalisation Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Haliburton, Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction My story stops here, lets be clear this scenario is happenin everywhere and you ain't go |
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from Faithless - Miss You Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless - Miss You Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless - Miss You Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless - Miss You Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless - Miss U Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless - Miss U Less, See You More [single] (2004)
[Nina Simone]
O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost regal. I'm digging it, on your mobile, one eye closed Blue smoke curling out your nose Wearing one of my shirts and what some call panty hose Cause you look wicked in scanty clothes, Long legs like an antelope You're my antidote to city life, my pretty wife Hooked up the year before Together thirteen outta twenty four And you would never guess I wanna miss you less and see you more, See you more, see you more, see you more And when I kiss you I'm never sure How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! [Maxi Jazz] I can gauge your mood, from your approach to food You use ya rude red shoes to accessorize your attitude Desensitized to my roving eyes, and ready smile I get loving that's versatile, Worth that extra smile lying next to me Your textured voice whispering, I'm listening with my whole skin Holding onto the moment for all its worth How could I continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, How do I get to miss you less and see you more? [LSK] Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! Miss you less, see you more, love to know you better! |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
you will see me as a super star
And you'll have time to waste with your minions and tink I see your face in front of me, Still grainy from that old black and white TV My whole family silenced, Watching you shape destiny with your 2 hands, Faster than the eye can see. Mesmerizing You know what skinny little me started to struggle, 10 years old suddenly bold Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring, Be smart never give an inch, No retreat when I'm wrapped up Respect from teachers, Red Necks And creatures who attack in a pack Like incensed never seen the light not before or Since a young prince And I remain convinced of his invincibility Athletic agility, virility, Seen your free spirit for every through eternity stings Like a bee Mr Muhammed Ali I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! I want to know who you are! Your achievements defy belief from the belly of the beast Rising like yeast, My release from low self esteem Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen. Float like a butterfly, That describes my walk to school after fight night I felt so cool cause I was at place too, Love myself born slippy Outta love for you, And I knew that someday people would love me too. None of that heckling about my black skin got through, I would walk bare foot through hell for you, It was how I felt back then I would still do for you, So accept these humble words of praise, And my gratitude for those glorious days And your victorious ways, Instilled in the young minds, Skill sublime yours to mine! I want to know who you are! |
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from Faithless, Faithless - To All New Arrivals (2006)
For all those who stood up and were counted
For all those for whom money was no motive For all those for whom music was a message I want to thank you For making me A little more sure A little more wise And courageous You told me to look much further You told me to walk much more You told me that music matters And to chase the dogs back from my door I won't stop here I won't be still until the sun sets On us all.. Under the sheets with my radio Turn down low So nobody know It's the late night show Hopin' to hear 'Hey Joe' Jimi was my hero Head blown by Todd R. A wizard a true star From BAMMALAMMA to TAMLA MO Curtis Mayfield to Kurtis Blow Singing into my pillow And praying I don't dose Until my 9 Volt battery goes.. You told me to look much further You told me to walk much more You told me that music matters And to chase the dogs back from my door I won't stop here I won't be still until the sun sets On us all.. You told me to look much further You told me to walk much more You told me that music matters And to chase the dogs back from my door I won't stop here I won't be still until the sun sets On us all.. You told me that music matters.. You told me that music matters.. You told me that music matters.. You told me that music matters.. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - No Roots (2004)
I was there when trees died as the world went cold Still there when my people were bought and sold What's going on? What's going on? Your love is on a grand scale Mine is in the detail Your love is to change the world We just want to have to hold Two hearts, both forgiving Two ways to see the same thing One house there's room for all We just want to have to hold (2x) No roots, no tree, no family, no me Our first fuck was more planning than luck I had a deep understanding of what makes you (hot) I did my homework till my dome hurt, I was a stone flirt Hustling for some prone work, and I don't stop I knew that you were good for me, You 'n I fit together so beautifully But only for three years were we in harmony I've ended up part you, part me, Love that we agree, not to be ugly And now that we're free to create our own destiny You will always be a friend to me My love persists over land and sea, through centuries I'll fill you up like rice and peas, Like the breeze, Cool ya skin, fill your hair, Even when I'm not there. Like the breeze, Cool ya skin, fill your hair, Even when I'm not there. Like the breeze, Cool ya skin, fill your hair, Even when I'm not there. Like the breeze, Cool ya skin, fill your hair, Even when I'm not there. |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
Now when you climbInto your bed tonight
And when you lockAnd hold the door Just think of thoseOut in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Now when you climb And when you lock Just think of thoseout in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Until you wake up You people need a shake up You take up so much time Worrying, Scurrying,Here, there, Losing your hearNo money to spare no love to share no wonder you appear under pressure from here You look fresh, yeah But all I got is dirt in my hear My nightmares manifest,But I can escape Yours is in your chestWith no formal shape The tape is runningI push the button to send Upon each other we all dependMessage end Whoever asks my nameOr where I came from People fear contaminationIf they chary too longI carry a strongSin of despairIt's in the air I’m broken and hard to repair I may mistaken beBut I patiently wait On the pad to humanityI sit at the gates Now when you climbInto your bed tonight And when you lockAnd hold the door Just think of thoseOut in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Now when you climbInto your bed tonight And when you lockAnd hold the door Just think of thoseOut in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul,Down the river My liver in bad conditionLike my skin Rain falling, once againI'm in my bed Hurt the time inI'm gonna struggle for air There's hair in my food When I get it usually someone already half ate it Touch it, not to let itGet me down But my head starting to pad People go round, and round and round From one I get a cigarette A little more love found But the ground is still wet My chief are chattering And there's a spattering of seeds Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream But unaccountably my heart was growing Small and meanA hurry past Ridged people I pretend I haven't seen But there's money in my pocket And my clothes are clean? I said money in my pocket But I just can't give no love Money in my pocket But I just can't give no love i said money in my pocket but i just can't give no love money in my pocket but i just can't give on love Now when you climb And when you lock Just think of thoseOut in the cold and dark 'Cause there is not enough love to go round 'Cause there is not enough love to go round |
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from Faithless, Faithless - Outrospective (2001)
You can sleep forever,
but still you will be tired You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace With you I feel I'm the meek leading the blind With you I feel I'm just spending wasting time I've been waiting I'm still waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I'm still waiting I'm with you (with you) It's always one step too far One step too far You can walk too far but still you won't be found You can look down on the world but still you won't find love You won't find love, Only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through, If the sun or the moon would give way to doubt They would immediately go out. One swallow doesn't make a summer But tomorrow has to start somewhere I'm only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through, I'm only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through, I'm only with mellow Are you thin enough to slide through, One swallow doesn't make a summer I've been waiting I'm still waiting I'm with you (with you) It's always one step too far I've been waiting I'm still waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I've been waiting I'm still waiting I'm with you (with you) It's always one step too far (One step too far) |
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